On our way to my parents’ house for dinner one evening, I glanced over at my 15-year-old daughter. "Isn’t that skirt a bit short?" I asked. She rolled her eyes at my comment and gave me one of those "Oh, Mom" looks.
When we arrived at my folks’ place, my mother greeted us at the door, hugged my daughter, then turned to me and said, "Elizabeth! Don’t you think that blouse is awfully low-cut?"